So I never realized growing up how much laundry my mom must have done----until lately. I have been giving it a lot of thought. My thought being.......will it ever end. I feel like all I do is laundry and I still hear......."Are my _______ clean????" Between baseball uniforms, tumbling clothes, work clothes it NEVER ends. I could do a couple loads a day and never be caught up. The putting away is the worst part. The messy drawers that I straighten everytime I put clothes away. Aargh!! This picture is what prompted this entry. I found this on the side of my bed. It was put there by Jake. It is a big pile of dirty socks.
